”John left the room and headed to his bedroom, where he dropped off his robe. He picked up a large box and then left to find Marguerite. He found he... in the kitchen and asked. “Marguerite, is there anything special planned for dinner tonight?”Marguerite turned and looked at John, her eyes spending most of their time on his package. “No, nothing special.”“Could you prepare an intimate dinner for two to be served in my room this evening at about seven?” John shifted the box under his arm.The grin. No groups, no public humiliation; those had always been your red lines. But you should know by now that I lie. The thought of seeing you used in public by a group of men proved too great a temptation. I’m sorry. No, actually I’m not; but then neither will you be. The sway of your hips as you crawl across the bottom of the boat is deliberately exaggerated. It’s as if you’re saying that if I want you to whore in public that’s exactly how you’ll behave. You’re going to be the best little rubber. She did slip her bikini bottoms down a little lower on her hips, acting as if to adjust for tan-lines. She felt the waistband press against her hips, hugging her lower body and confining movement. She tried not to think about it. Closing her eyes, the images would flash of her naked body in the sun, the breeze on her skin, the eyes watching her. She saw images of a handsome man putting his throbbing cock into her, pounding her pussy. She felt the surge of electricity spark from her now soaking. She was so hot. She was bouncing on me now as hard as she could; her climax was near as I could tell by the sound of her. I knew she was getting ready to drench my lap with her orgasm. One of the men asked her if they could cum on her tits. I watched as she flung her head back and forth in a yes motion. At that moment the guy to my right shot a huge load of cum across her chest. Almost simultaneously, Gillian moaned loud that she was cumming and I used my hands to raise her up and down on my.